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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I'm Samuel L. Jackson, your damn Financial Planning Specialist, and I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today—yeah, you heard me! Picture this: a chick workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, makin’ cash money, tax-free, motherfucker! Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—you know, my favorite fuckin’ flick—where Caden’s buildin’ this wild-ass world, layer on layer, like a prostitute stackin’ clients, tryna make sense of the chaos. “What’s it all mean?” I scream in my head, ‘cause this shit’s deep!

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Then, I head over to the Gojo Art Museum. I’m all about supporting local artists, right? But the line is insane! I’m standing there, and this kid behind me starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just art!” But then I remember my own meltdown last week over a bad Wi-Fi connection. So, I get it.

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